Life's for Living Yeaahhhh

In the summertime
When the weather is hot
You can stretch right up
An' touch the sky
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out an' see what you can find

If her daddie's rich
Take her out for a meal
If her daddie's poor
Just do as you feel
Speed along the lane
Do a ton, or a ton an' twenty five
When the sun goes down
You can make it, make it good in a lay-by

We're not grey poeple
We're not dirty, we're not mean
We love everybody but we
Do as we please
When the weather's fine
We go fishing, or go swimming in the sea
We're always happy
Life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy

When the winter's here
Yeah, it's party time
Bring a bottle, wear your bright clothes
It'll soon be summertime
And we'll sing again
We'll go driving, or mayby we'll settle down
If she's rich, if she's nice
Bring your friends, an' we'll all go into town

~Mungo Jerry

Mirror Reflection

1. Describe what you see..

A face that screams of a heritage that nobody recognizes.

Eyes baggy with ambitions that may not be achieved.

Somebody so on the go that if a person were to reach out to them, they wouldn't be found.

An eye sore that drags up unwanted memories.

A person who doesn't know their place.

A freckled face wisecracker with creases in her forehead.

My mother's daughter.

My father's regret.

Somebody given too much to do in too little time.

A social butterfly with a dimple in the right cheek.

A dismal puddle of "A Believer."

An antagonizer.

A little girl who curses like a sailor and enjoys doing men's work.

A prideful independence that will hurt someone eventually.

An individual fed up with low expectations because of her gender.

Child of God, only because that's what you're supposed to say.

An asker of questions with no answers.

A girl who wants to be taken care of and loved but is too afraid that no one will, so she takes on the world alone to avoid being let down or left behind.

Somebody who has been rejected.

A comedian by way of coping, not for kicks.

A thirst to provide because of nature- not obligation.

A lost soul in a fish bowl.

A friend.

A ball of energy and well constructed smiles.

Focus Fox

Rhapsody

Sat in the cheap seats 

Of Symphony Hall, squinting

As the instruments tuned up

I could pick out only you:

Fourth row back and clutching

Your viola, bright hair spilt

Across the strings. You were

Deep in a flurry of pages

With bitten lip, too

Intent on forcing that

Melody right to the cheap seats

To notice me up there, ears straining

To block out any sound but yours.

- Ben Ziman-Bright